I forced the devil to wake up

Close your eyes and imagine the scene in your dream.

The four or five-year-old boy was lying on a broken floor, drenched in the rain, not daring to move, his chest was still heaving slightly, and the pain in his body was not relieved. After calming down for a long time, he could gradually control the suddenly out-of-control mana.

The blow just now was too painful, he instinctively turned on the protective qi, shaking the whole mountain, the house that had been tortured for a long time was even more dilapidated, crumbling, as if it could be knocked down with a little force.

He looked at the void, blinked the rainwater that fell into his eyes, and slowly sat up while leaning on the ground.

The rain was still falling, and a layer of shallow puddles quickly formed on the dilapidated ground.

He just sat inside, curled up his legs, buried his head in his knees, his beautiful eyes were full of disappointment.

He can't do anything right, like everyone says.

He couldn't control his mana, no one would play with him, and he didn't eat food.

Even the parents are gone...

"hiss!"

He heard a gasp.

Tilting his head and looking, there seemed to be a young man on the top of the mountain in the distance who also fell down. He was struggling to get up from the ground, supported his waist, and tremblingly said: "I'm old, I can't do such small things well. gone."

His appearance and voice are in two states. Just looking at his appearance, he would think he is only a teenager, but his voice sounds like an old man in his [-]s.

The young man straightened up and looked towards the roof. Most of the repairs were still unfinished. He did not give up. After standing and resting for a while, he rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the stairs again, demolishing the east wall and repairing the west wall.

The boy looked at him, then at himself, thought for a while, then stood up, patted his clothes covered in mud, his gaze changed from suspicion to firmness, and imitated the young boy stepping on the ladder to the roof, revealing pieces one by one. Open unnecessary tiles and paste them here.

They repaired it for a whole day, and it was no longer needed after the rain stopped, and they were still repairing it, because the boy said that he would use it next time.

The boy finished repairing the roof and began to repair the back room. The floor was also broken. He couldn't control the spell and fell down. The boy was too old.

He is the only one in the sect who is in the stage of transforming into a god, and his body is heavy, so his destructive power is normal.He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he is very old. No matter what he speaks or what he does, he is half a beat slower than others, and it seems normal to fall.

The magic power in the transformation stage is very strong, any small spell can cause heaven and earth to shatter, and because of this, the boy likes to be like an ordinary person, and he doesn't need to use magic if he can.

He observed young people, seldom meditated, and did everything by himself. He also cooked and made tea by himself, and lived a happy life.

Maybe……

Maybe you can always learn from him?

So you can eat and drink tea without breaking things?

As the boy got older, he often broke things, just like him, except that one was young and the other was old.

As if he saw hope, he imitated the boy from a distance.The boy ran out of planks, so he went outside to cut trees, and he followed suit.

Before chopping it down, the boy would talk to the tree and ask it if it would like it. If so, he would keep the spirit body of the tree and help it germinate and regenerate.

He also followed suit.

The boy searched for many trees before he finally got one. He was the same. The boy pulled out the spirit body of the tree and temporarily trapped it in the spell.

He wanted to follow suit, but hesitated again. His spells were not his own, and it was difficult to do whatever he wanted. Perhaps a mistake would cause the tree's spirit body to disappear.

"Actually, it's not that difficult to draw a spirit body. Why can't those bastards learn it? You're so stupid." Someone spoke from a distant hill.

He hastily pricked up his ears to listen.

"Just wrap the spirit body with qi, even if it can't be done, it doesn't matter, the spirit body is not so fragile, it's not a problem to leave the body for a few hours, just raise a flower or tree to possess it afterwards."

He shook his head while talking, "Young people nowadays usually pretend that they are smart, but when it comes to critical moments, don't they show their truth? They can't even learn such a simple little spell, so they are not as stupid as an old man like me."

He frowned, looked at the big tree and its spiritual body, gritted his teeth, released his qi, and slowly and carefully tried to cover the tree's spiritual body, but he really succeeded.

Joy suddenly surged up in my heart, and I smiled into my eyes.

"It's time to cut down trees. Tian Yizong's Dayan sword technique is also very suitable for cutting down trees. One cut is accurate, which saves the old man a lot of trouble."

He secretly tiptoed to look over there, and sure enough, a sword appeared from the young man's Zifu, with a few swipes, the tree was cut into neat sections.

He followed, and after reciting a sword formula, his own sword came out of the purple mansion, and chopped towards the tree. The results were not very good, some were thick and some were thin, and some were cut obliquely.

"Hey, it was cut crookedly, but it doesn't matter, just go home and fix it."

He was startled, thinking that he was talking to him, and quickly turned around, only to find that the young man had cut it crookedly.

"It's easy to repair, it's not that difficult." He cast the spell again, and many logs floated in the air immediately, and he transported them back one by one.

The little boy hadn't learned this method of control, so he couldn't help feeling frustrated.

He will be shipped one by one.

"Lightness is really easy to use. It can be used not only on people, but also on objects."

His eyes lit up.

He knows the light body technique, his father and mother have passed it on to him, and he has also learned it himself.

It turns out that the technique of light body can be used not only on oneself, but also in other places.

Using the lowest level of lightness technique, crooked, either one end is light, or the other end is heavy, I can't take care of it, but it still dragged him to the place.

The boy started laying the floor, pulled out the iron from the ground, condensed it into nails according to his mind, and nailed them to the floor with a few clicks.

He stumbled to learn, there were magic spells, and they were enough, the only difference was that he couldn't control them well, the nails he hammered out were either protruding or crooked, he tried again and again, and finally succeeded many times.

I thought I was going to be unable to keep up, but when I looked up, the young man was sitting under the window drinking tea, and said while drinking, "When you are old, you have to rest for a while after working for a while."

He continued to shop after drinking tea, and he was not idle after the shop was finished. Shennian went to the mountains and picked a lot of wild strawberries, wild mushrooms, and wild fungus.

Wash the wild strawberries and put them on the table. One slice of wild mushrooms and wild fungus is fried on the tiles and eaten. The other is soaked in water after soaking up the water, and cut into shreds to make soup.

Although he didn't know why it was necessary to dry up the fungus before soaking in water, but he obediently did so.

The young man said that he couldn't choose wild strawberries and mushrooms that were [-] years old, including fungus, because after [-] years old, they would all become refined, which would be tantamount to killing.He made a special choice, and made sure that he was not a hundred years old, so he used it for cooking.

For the first time, he didn’t know how to cut large and small pieces, how much water, how many vegetables, and whether they were cooked or not. He could only follow the boy’s instructions. .

The boy poured a lot of white, yellow, black, and red powder into the dish. He didn't have it, but he heard the boy say that the seasoning is available in Xianzhen Town, and there are a lot of spirit stones, as many as you want.

He was relieved again, he had a lot of spirit stones, the ones left to him by his father and mother were hidden in his purple mansion, and no one could take them away.

He finished it, imitated the young man and moved the bench to sit in front of the table, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, and did not forget to glance at the opposite side before eating, although the young man's look was better than his, but his one didn't seem to be much worse.

He still doesn't know how to use chopsticks, and he hasn't eaten since he was born. He has always used Bigu Dan and various panaceas.

Father and mother said that it would be more beneficial for cultivation if there are no impurities in the body, so he has been doing so, and this is the first time he has come into contact with 'rice'.

What is dry is rice, what is wet is vegetables?

He guessed so.

First I took a bite of rice, then I took a bite of vegetables, and stuffed the two into my mouth together.

Bah Bah!

He spit out something on the plate, tilted his head and looked at the 'delicious' on the table in doubt, feeling very puzzled.

The food doesn't seem to be as delicious as they say?

"puff."

He heard the sound of suppressed laughter on the other side.

"Oh, I'm getting old, I can choke on a meal, ahem, it's really terrible to be old."

Maybe his was bad too.

He saw the person opposite took a spoonful and swallowed it calmly.

Too old to taste?

He watched helplessly as the man finished eating everything on the table, wiped the table, cleaned up the dishes, and began to meditate standing in the yard.

The rain had stopped, so he had nothing else to do, so he simply followed suit. This lasted for a day. Just when he couldn't stand upright and was about to run, the boy finally moved and went back to the house with his crutches.

"I'm getting old, I can't hold it anymore, it's time to sleep."

He had already entered the house, watered the newly planted flowers, and after nourishing the spiritual body of the big tree, he packed up and lay down on the bed.

After he fell asleep, there was nothing to learn.

The little boy felt lost for a while.

"I don't know where the stinky brats get their energy from. They're swaying all day long. If they have that spare time, it's better to sleep." He said and stretched himself, "There is nothing more comfortable than sleeping in this world."

He froze for a moment, thinking about it randomly.

Maybe he could try to get some sleep too?

He hurried to the bed, there was no soft quilt like a boy on the bed, he hadn't slept since he was very young, every time he meditated directly until dawn, so there was no quilt in Zifu.

However, there were a lot of clothes, including those of his father and mother, so he randomly selected a few and spread them on the bed, wrapped in the clothes that carried the atmosphere of his father and mother, and lay down.

Before falling asleep, I seemed to hear someone talking.

"Well, I'm getting old, and if I have nothing else, I just like to meddle in my own business."

At that time, he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he only thought that he had an illusion.

Only now did he realize that it was not, and he understood the meaning of that sentence.

"Senior, junior Xuan Qing, if you have something to ask, please meet and talk to senior."

The voice in my heart is still persistently appearing, and it seems that the person calling him hasn't given up yet.

"Senior, this junior is not malicious, just want to verify whether what happened back then is true or not?"

Ugh……

Tan Di let out a sigh.

Maybe he's older too?